George Crosthwait’s review published on Letterboxd:
I liked this for about 40 minutes where it turned into a James Bond film (or more accurately a level on Goldeneye 64).
Why does Hans Zimmer hate the Bond theme?
Why must we waste so much time on Waltz's crap Blofeld? Hasn't the Halloween reboot shown we can just reanimate Donald Pleasance for these gigs?